Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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l T 4 l f Eel IQZ6 r Eva A.: Become a painter. Paul F.: Have you seen my pictures? Eva A.: No, but I read your poems. Piedmont, W. Va. March 10, 1926. Dear Sir: Though I have taken six cans of your corn syrup, my feet are no bet- ter now than when I started. Yours truly, Laura Belle Dawson Eddie Hines is so dumb he thinks a basket ball coach has four wheels. Miss Miltenberger: You never saw me wear more than two hats a year. Nellie Keplinger: Two at a time. Prof.: Johnny, who were the four horsemen 'F' Johnny: Paul Revere, Buffalo Bill, Jessie James and Barney Google. Winnie B. Cto the butcherj : I want some lard. Butcher: Pail ? Winnie B.: Oh, does it come in different shades ? Robert W.: I never saw such dreamy eyes. Gertrude D.: You never stayed so late. My Bonnie looked into the gas tank, The heighth of the contents to seep She lit a small match to assist her, Oh! bring back my Bonnie to me. Mrs. Butler: Has he blue blood ? Annie: I don't know. But he wears a blue shirtf 7 Mr. Neff : The next person that says 'huh' will be sent out of class. Chorus: Huh, Hello! How are you Y Oh, I'm as good as you are. Hello! How are you? Pretty good. Oh, you just think you are. g Page one hundred eight

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www Roberta M.: I've been told that the expression on a girl's face shows how her partner dances. Penny Z.: Won't you please quit frowning ? When girls are young they play with jacks, When girls get older they play with Jacks. Thelma C.: Hear that fellow blowing about his business ? Mary K. L.: Yeah, Trade Winds. Nellie Keplinger: And did you let him kiss you? Mary Oates: Let him? I had to help him! Katherine Crawford: I hate you, and besides, you're lantern jawedf' Horace Richards: You're not so dim yourself. Your nose shines. Almond eyes do not always denote a nut. Sally S.: Are you going to the fair ? Virginia H.: What fair? Sally S.: The paper says 'Fair here to-day and to-morrow.' That's a new one on me, said the monkey as he scratched his back. Herb Martin: My face is my future. Susie Cherry: How do you get your room rent paid ? Mr. Neff : What is the difference between 'I will hire a taxi' and 'I have hired a taxi.' Punk L.: About seven dollars and a half. Aunt: And what brought you to town, Louise ? Louise D.: Oh well, I just came to see the sights, and I thought I'd call on you first. Bubbles: Nice dog. Have you taught him any new tricks since I was here last ? Mrs. Fredlock: Oh yes. If you just whistle he'll bring your hat. Glen S.: Who's working the typewriter so fast in there ? Harry M.: That isn't a typewriter. That's Katherine Crawford chewing gum. Paul F.: I don't know whether to become a painter or a oet. D Page one hundred seven

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4 IMI! Mi Leon, kiss me. No Annie, the spirit doesn't move me. fOne hour lateb Leon: The spirit moves me. Then let the spirit kiss you. Pauline S.: Did you tell Malcolm I was a fool? Sally S.: No, I thought he knew it. What's a grapefruit? It's a lemon that's been given a chance and has taken the advantage. Catherine B.: I think those oxford bags are ridiculous. Elsie D.: I prefer a plain hand bag, myself. Four animals went to a circus-a duck, a pig, a frog and a skunk. All of them got in except one. The duck had a bill, the frog had a green back, the pig had four quarters, but the skunk only had a scent, and that was a bad one. Borden LaRue: Father, can you sign your name with your eyes shut? Mr. LaRue: Certainly. Borden: Well then, please shut your eyes and sign my report card. Little words of wisdom, Little words of bluff, Make the teacher tell us: Sit down, that's enough. Accommodating I asked her if I could see her home. And what did she say ? Said she would send me a picture of it. Mrs. Neff at play practice: Melvin, your acting is raw. Melvin Sullivan: It shouldn't be. I've been roasted enough. Virginia Hutchinson: Why don't you answer me ? Bubbles Smith: I did shake my head. Virginia: Well, I couldn't hear it rattle clear over here. The new schoolmaster spied the three-legged stool. Is this the dunce Page one hundred nine